I know someone said something about contacting a Mod about us being almost on a new Rob thread, but I don't know who it was that got contacted. I just send a PM to December since she was the one that started this (and pretty much every other) thread.

Good Gods Kids. I go to sleep for like 5 little hours and I miss 7 pages and ALL that loveliness!!! But, of course, the better to wake up with. Hmmmmmmm *Sigh*

Nikki~ Love you too, Sweetums! You just crack my schtick up with all your Rob lovin'!

Kristiner~ You. Bi()#!! How could you post a beautiful video when you know I have to wait to get home to watch it!! Do you hate me? Are you trying to torture my very soul? Ah well. At least I'll die with a smile. I kind of think of his smile as pure oxygen. You can't help but get a little light headed and goofy when you get a hit. And, if his smile is oxygen, his laugh is like Nitrous, you know the laughing gas you get at the dentist. Makes me all tingly inside and just want to grin like a bloody moron.

Jade~ Hahahahahaha!! Thanks for the Jackson love sugar to sprinkle on my morning Robbios. And...ummmm....did someone say....Rob.....*gulp* .... nude....naked....in the altogether....wearing the old birthday suit......hhhrrrmmmm....ummmmm....RRAAWWRR!!!!!! *clawing at computer like a lion on crack*

Okay. I have composed myself. I am ...*whimper*

Anywho, can I just tell you how much I LOVE watching Rob...well...do...anything... but running. My hubby is a runner and cross country coach. Normally, the impulse to run until you make yourself wretch is completely lost on me. But, watching Rob, the scene in the movie where he, Nikki and Kellan are running in the woods. You can actually see a lot of natural grace there in his form. He's just...beautiful.

PS I PMd December yesterday when we hit 95 pages. Hahahahaha. Surprise. Look how fast we get to 100!!!

Nikki!! Those videos? You are such a drug pusher. Thanks to you I'm all robcracked out - trembly, sweaty, begging strangers for robcrack and digging in rubbish bins. I can't go five minutes without a fix, you beyotch. ALL YOUR FAULT.